After a brief moment of vertigo, Heine managed to access the net.

As Carl said, there is indeed a flood of information here.

Heine had been to Hukou Waterfall in his previous life, and although his spiritual experience was not as vivid and concrete as what he saw with the naked eye, his current feeling was as if hundreds of waterfalls of different directions, positions, and sizes were intricately overlapping in front of him.

It was as if in the chaotic turbulence, the information was transported in an orderly manner, and a vast amount of information flashed in front of him at every moment.

He was in the midst of the turbulence, but he didn't move.

On the surface of his conscious body, a layer of black bark-like clothing protected him.

The turbulence was also a mixture of gray and black, with occasional flashes of bright silver, but was quickly engulfed and swept away.

Heine had a vague sense of how Quarkus was protecting himself.

These primordial spirits have fused with the filth in their long years of labor, and the black mud will only flow in the direction that can be polluted by it, or that it can dissolve itself.

But if he disguised himself with an ember, he would be considered a "corpse".

The corpse can't purify the black mud, so naturally it won't be targeted.

Heine approached a turbulent current, trying to communicate with it.

As a result, cold feedback was received.

"Get out."

It wasn't from a primordial spirit, but a strong group resentment.

Heine didn't give up, and found a turbulent that didn't seem so dark.

This time, he didn't let him go, but the response was still not very friendly.

", please."

Blocked by these consciousnesses, he couldn't even get in.

Heine simply lifted a small part of the protection, revealing a clean manifestation of consciousness.

He felt like he had pulled up a trouser leg and bared his hairy calves to fish for sharks in the water.

"Come and bite me~"

In an instant, all these filthy turbulences moved!

Grey and black tentacles poured out of the turbulence, like some kind of parasite, writhing and stretching frantically towards him.

But as they drift away, some of the turbulence becomes much lighter.

One of them even reveals a little bit of silver!

Heine immediately galloped over and plunged headlong into it.

He was instantly overwhelmed by the turbulence, and the vast flow of information was suddenly squeezed over.

Disorganized, without a beginning or an end.

“…… Quiet! The House of Truth, reported for you on the ■ month ■ day, here is the magic daily sponsored by ■■ ink, the safety scroll experiment, just use ■ ......"

"......'■, when will the ■ gold you owe me be paid?' This report comes from the ...... of the city."

“…… ■Brand magic ink sales increased year-on-year■■......"

…

Heine felt like a billboard on the highway, watching the cars speed by.

Some are fast and some are slow, more and some are less.

How much he can see depends on whether the information is publicly available on the one hand, and on how quickly it spreads on the other.

After looking at it for a long time, you can also find the pattern.

The larger the amount of information, the slower it runs, such as a magical daily newspaper like "Good Morning, House of Truth".

And that kind of "bulletin", because there is only one sentence, runs fast.

As for the "year-on-year increase in sales of xx brand ink", which seems to be an internal secret, although it runs slowly, it is tightly packaged, and he can't see anything.

Gradually, in Heine's perception, the flow of this information changed.

It is no longer them that actively "flow", but invisible hands that alternately push them to move.

The feeling grew stronger and stronger, and he got closer and closer to this group of hard-working little guys.

"What do you do?"

"Transport~Transport~Transport~"

The voice that responded was tired, but kind.

At this moment, a creepy consciousness came.

"Help Me ......"

Such a clear despair and pain brought Heine back to his senses.

Only then did he realize that he had completely abandoned his disguise and was devoting himself to the perception of the magical pathway.

And the gray filth had chased after him, grabbing his ankles like a swamp of mud.

Heine hurriedly put on his full disguise and turned around and ran.

This time, he was directly out of the magic net.

…

Consciousness returned to his body, and he felt the world spin around, but fortunately Carl held him up.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Are you blind? Do I look like I'm fine? ”

Heine blurted out.

Carl was also scolded.

Heine couldn't help but be stunned after he finished speaking.

He was just about to apologize, when the words came to his lips, but a nameless fire came out.

- I saved his life, what's wrong with me scolding him?

This is not right.

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... Leave it for a moment. ”

Heine hurried away.

…

On the way, no matter what he was thinking, he would be interrupted by negative emotions that came out of nowhere.

When I think of the black mud I just saw, I feel irrepressibly angry.

When you think of the blighted beasts that remain here, you will be bloodthirsty and tyrannical for no reason.

He walked out of the ventricle and saw the gray moon walking this way from a distance, and a beautiful thought appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

He had never found it so difficult to control his emotions.

"Don't follow me!"

With a few words, he stepped on Quelkus's body and walked alone to the top of the tree.

Looking at the sky in the distance, Heine slowly emptied his brain.

He began to look for those black emotions that were hidden in his perception.

……

After a moment, he held out his hand.

Under the eyes of the dead, there was a mass of pitch-black worms in the palm of his hand.

It's only the size of a pea, and it makes him emotionally uncontrollable.

He couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Querkus fighting against the massive amount of black mud in the past years.

"Maybe it's the slow thinking of the tree that allows it to cope better."

Suddenly, Heine felt that his spiritual power was rapidly draining.

It poured into the mass of material in the palm of his hand.

The latter then began to struggle violently, and then little by little faded into darkness and became ...... Argent?

Heine's heart shook:

"Could it be that this is the ember to the element...... Cleanse?? ”

Couldn't the silver shattered light in the mist, the scars of wither, all come into being like this?

At this time, the gray moon climbed up and said in surprise:

"What is this?"

"I call this the yuan, and the one in front of me should be called ...... Active ingredients. ”

Heine couldn't help but smile.

Gray Moon: "I've seen this in my memories of Querkus, and those black ...... You call it an Ember. ”

"Yes, it seems that you digested the information thoroughly. What are you coming to me for? ”

"That human said you're not in the right state, let me come up and take a look."

She looked at Heine, "But I don't think there's anything wrong. ”

Heine chuckled: "I don't think you're this gentle and considerate type, let's say, what did you know from Karl and what new ideas did you have?" ”

Gray Moon rolled her eyes.

"I've thought about your plans, and if you want this to be the eye of the mountains of McKara, along with the Emerald Leaf Garden, you need one thing."

Heine couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to talk about the magic web?" ”

Gray Moon was stunned: "How do you know?" ”

"All Carl can tell you is a magic web." Heine shook his head: "I want this thing too, but it's not something you can just think about." ”

"I know, but after hearing the principle of the magic web, I don't think it's difficult."

Gray Moon continued, "Decades ago—forty years ago to be exact, the mages sent by the Academy of Truth to build those three magical communication stations were only level four at the highest, and their primordial spirit affinity must not be as high as yours. ”

Heine: "Now that you've read Quelkus's memories, you should know that the web was built more than 800 years ago, right?" ”

"Yes, but forty years ago, those mages connected three silver balls that you call the Yuan Spirit Circle to the magic net, and they connected the Emerald Leaf Court to the north, the Eagle Rank Mountain to the southwest, and the Elven Watchtower to the southeast.

"In other words, it's not that difficult to build magical pathways, it's how you make sure they don't get polluted."

Hearing this, Heine said with interest: "Sounds like you've found a way?" ”

Gray Moon did not answer directly, but slowly spoke:

"There has been a rumor among the Night Elves in the past that the shepherds are responsible for the spread of the wither.

"For a long time I thought it was malicious slander, but after the Quircus incident, I suddenly realized that being able to freely dispose of life force and arbitrarily change the life form of plants is also 'slavery' in a way.

"This kind of behavior is no different from Quarcus's 'bondage' based on good intentions, if not worse.

"So, just as there is pollution in the fog of withering marks, those 'spirits' feel pain, and the actions of the shepherds also make the forest feel pain, and withering is pollution."

Heine pondered: "You mean to say that the reason for the contamination of the magic net is similar?" ”

"Yes." Gray Moon nodded: "Just like the veins that Quercus left underground, I think you can build a clean set of magic nets, underground, not in the sky." ”

(End of chapter)